On “Black Quarterback,” Ride administers his own characteristically ominous form of racial commentary by cryptically and poetically describing being pulled over by a policeman.
[Verse 1]
I'm so black quarterback, throw off this app by his badge
Blare my organ for juice, pipes spike blonde kinks on my boots
Approached me licking his fur, whining, "I demand a word"
Swine must be all the way hatched, hella yolk raining down his chest
Clucking so fucking hard, glance heartbeat through his vest
So I'm like, "Go ahead, blood," but my mind's on my wrist
Five minutes pass, I'm-a have to make you my piss
Gimp just kept shaking so I had to braid him like this
Comfort over freedom, pave a path of leisure, have it all
Freedom over comfort, give you back so much leisure, feel small
Xeroxed man dressed in gauze, spider silk, and menopause
Mustache showered with applause, squished out packets like taco sauce
Gather crowd, laugh it off, Mr. Zogged by your boss
[Chorus]
I'm so black quarterback, air it out, albino
Black quarterback in all black, he's so white, no
I'm so black quarterback in all black, albino
[Bridge 1]
Heady baby, Eddie's crazy, cadabra, abrogate need
To blut, bank on absolutely, to blut, bank on absolutely
(To blut, bank on absolutely)
Bad ass Betty, maiden bb, in over our heads and sinking
(To blut, bank on absolutely)
Autobahning Wonder Stevie, faster comrade winking
[Refrain]
Black quarterback
Black quarterback in all-black
[Verse 2]
Dangling out the- waning in the- (Black quarterback)
Kicked under the- vague it on the-
Me versus the- losing to the- (Black quarterback in all black)
Cackling like the- crackling through the-
Cool despite the- abusing the-
Lunar as the- space between the-
Fucked beyond the- Eddie as the head that wears us out-
[Chorus]
I'm so black quarterback, air it out, albino
Black quarterback in all black, he's so white, no
I'm so black quarterback in all black, albino
Black quarterback in all black, he's so white, no
I'm so black quarterback
[Bridge 2]
Heady baby, Eddie's crazy, cadabra, abrogate need
To blut, bank on absolutely, to blut, bank on absolutely
(To blut, bank on absolutely)
You call this speeding, turn the door off, we're leaving
(To blut, bank on absolutely)
Meet you in our next fetus, Romulus and Remus
[Refrain]
Black quarterback
Black quarterback in all-black
Black quarterback
Black quarterback in all-black
Black Quarterback was written by MC Ride.
Black Quarterback was produced by Andy Morin & Zach Hill.
Death Grips released Black Quarterback on Sun Jun 08 2014.